The conversation between Anhua and the priest by the window was not loud, but the room was too quiet, people could still hear them clearly, and then each had their own thoughts.
If that person reveals his identity, he will definitely get unimaginable benefits from planting elixirs, which definitely means not only wealth, but more importantly, power. But obviously, that person didn't have this idea from the beginning to the end, why? Just because you want to keep your mystery, or for safety
Anhua still doesn't understand why the court and state religion can't find out who that person is. Could it be that this medicine called cinnabar pill is the jade syrup left by the kingdom of God? You must know that since the pills will be distributed to the military mansions on time every once in a while, there will inevitably be many clues left, such as who is responsible for delivering the medicines.
"The Tang family in Wenshui." The priest knew what she was thinking, and said, "The people who deliver and distribute the medicine are all members of the Tang family."
The medical center is on the widest and straightest street of the Songshan Military Mansion, opposite to the important area of the Military Mansion, and behind it is an inn on Meihan Road. That inn is the most famous and the most favorable inn in this military town. There is a lot of people coming and going every day, but many people don't know that the most expensive suite in the inn is only separated from the Holy Medicine Hall by a wall.
A middle-aged man was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, silent, with a gloomy expression on his face. This did not represent his mood at this time, but too many things in his daily life consumed too much of his mind. The clothes of this man were very simple , but the material is very good, and the nobility is hidden, so it should be a person in the business world.
The sound over there became extremely weak after passing through the wall, even the best-hearing thieves could hardly hear it clearly. But he lowered his head and listened very carefully, as if he could hear the details of all the conversations over there. From this detail, it could be vaguely seen that this person's realm of cultivation is very extraordinary, and he is very likely to be a real master.
The conversation in the holy medical hall is still going on.
An elderly medical officer said: "This is something that everyone on the front line is very concerned about, so there have been people who have been secretly visiting. It is now certain that the Tang family in Wenshui is only responsible for the transfer and distribution, not Zhushadan's. The real master, even we believe that the Wenshui Tang family doesn't know who that person is."
This may sound unbelievable, but it is likely to be true. At the beginning, people were more concerned about how the Wenshui Tang family would distribute the medicine.
What is the most precious thing in the world? Of course it is a life that cannot be repeated. Drugs that can save lives are naturally treasures that everyone wants.
To have the power to dispense drugs is to have the power to control the life and death of many people.
This power is terrible, but it is also a very heavy responsibility.
To entrust this kind of power to other people to implement it, if you think about it from another angle, you are actually shirking responsibility, which can also be said to be irresponsible.
In Anhua's view, the person who can make cinnabar pill must have a kind heart and a heart for the common people, so it must not be the case.
"That person didn't completely hand over the power to the Tang family, and many rules have been set in advance." The priest looked at her and said with a smile: "First of all, it is strictly forbidden to trace his identity and ask where Zhu Shadan's name came from. , and it is strictly forbidden to analyze the ingredients of the drug.”
Only then did An Hua understand why when he said that the state religion and the court should imitate, the room became so quiet inside and outside, and people looked at him so strangely. It turned out that this was a rule that the man had set in advance, or in other words, this was Zhu Shadan's taboo.
So how to distribute it? How to distribute Zhu Shadan to more than ten military mansions is not difficult. She is not good at this aspect, and she can roughly think that the distribution method should be based on the number of soldiers in each military mansion. This method is the simplest and fairest. The biggest difficulty lies in how to allocate to the specific injured.
The Songshan Military Mansion is the largest among the more than ten military mansions on the front line. It only received six pills every month at the most, and only two pills in the least month. In the month when the battle took place, there were at least a hundred wounded who were seriously injured and faced death.
"Wounded people who can be cured by the holy light technique and the medical officer will not be given, no matter how serious the injury is, even if a leg or arm is broken, as long as they don't die, they will not be given." It has nothing to do with age or position, regardless of family status and background, the clergy are the first to be provided, and the teachers are the second."
Anhua quickly figured out why the distribution was made in this way.
The clerics on the front line were more or less able to perform the holy light technique, and if one grain of cinnabar pill saved a priest, it meant that more people could be saved in the future. Array divisions undertake the most important tasks on the battlefield, and are under the greatest pressure. The casualty rate is extremely high, and they are also highly respected. Ranking second is also acceptable.
The priest went on to say: "The next step is to look at the state of the injured person and the condition of the injury. The higher the state and the more serious the injury, the higher the sequence."
An Hua didn't want to understand why the higher the level of ascetics, the easier it is to get cinnabar pills
The general suddenly said with a blank expression: "Because this is a war, saving a strong person is more meaningful to the human race than saving an ordinary person."
From the perspective of pure reason, this sentence certainly makes sense, but... Aren't all lives equal
Regardless of position, family status, or age, will there still be distinctions between high and low
An Hua suddenly felt a little cold.
An angry voice rang out from the door: "This is not fair! Is the life of us ordinary people not life?"
A wounded soldier in the Holy Medical Center came out of the threshold at some point, with crutches under his armpit and light trousers. He must have broken his leg on the battlefield.
Obviously, the wounded soldier's angry complaint had appeared more than once in the Songshan Military Mansion and other places.
No one paid attention to the wounded soldier, the room was very quiet, even Anhua didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.
The reality is cruel, that person is indeed indifferent to the distribution method of Zhusha Dan, but no one can deny that this is correct.
"So... who will judge the priority of the injury?" An Hua raised his head and looked at the priest and asked.
Obviously, this is the really important question, and the real troublesome one.
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